I gazed at the rapids, flowing quickly. Water was splashing against boulders and being thrown back. "Are you sure?" I asked.
It was early August. Our family set out on a "girls only" two day raft trip ...

On a crisp October morning I perched on the side of Canaan Mountain, south of Zion, in the midst of a small grove of maples. The little trees clung to the shallow dirt on a ledge of Moenave Formation, which comprises the aptly named Vermilion Cliffs.